Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.